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by S.L. Jennings?
by S.L. Jennings?
INK
& LIES IS NOW LIVE!
& LIES IS NOW LIVE!
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Blurb
From International Best Selling Romance Novelist, Hope
Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two lovers, fighting for the
freedom to…
Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two lovers, fighting for the
freedom to…
No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.
…two people, torn apart by the tumultuous tides of
life, only to discover refuge in…
life, only to discover refuge in…
WTF? What does that even mean?
DELETE.
DELETE.
…two people, confused as shit as to where they should
be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it’s
all lies!
be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it’s
all lies!
Lies.
I’m not Hope Hughes. I’m not some
fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.
fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.
I’m a liar.
And while I refuse to believe my
own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make
her believe them. Because maybe—just
maybe—if she can find the soul within my words, she’ll also be able to find the
truth scribbled on my heart.
own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make
her believe them. Because maybe—just
maybe—if she can find the soul within my words, she’ll also be able to find the
truth scribbled on my heart.
You see, I once lived for the
perfect plot twist.
perfect plot twist.
I just never expected to actually live it.
This is my story. Well, maybe her
story. I just wish I could make it our story.
story. I just wish I could make it our story.
The one I’m still writing.
Excerpt
“Yeah, but…” Her eyes grow wide
and glossy as she tries to sift through all the reasons why that theory
shouldn’t apply to her. In the end, she relies on her heart. “You said I wasn’t
like those other women…that those other women weren’t me.”
and glossy as she tries to sift through all the reasons why that theory
shouldn’t apply to her. In the end, she relies on her heart. “You said I wasn’t
like those other women…that those other women weren’t me.”
I should tell her she’s right. I
should put her out of her misery and reassure her that the last ten years were
as real and meaningful to me as they were for her. That even though I may sling
gift-wrapped bullshit for the general public, only she knows the true, honest
parts of my heart. But with my tongue possessed by the taste of her rejection,
I play the petty card, and do just the opposite.
should put her out of her misery and reassure her that the last ten years were
as real and meaningful to me as they were for her. That even though I may sling
gift-wrapped bullshit for the general public, only she knows the true, honest
parts of my heart. But with my tongue possessed by the taste of her rejection,
I play the petty card, and do just the opposite.
“I guess I was wrong, especially
considering yesterday’s events. Maybe you’re no different from them. And maybe
you were right about me…that I do sabotage with sex to keep people at arm’s
length. Because in the end, that’s all I want anyway, right?”
considering yesterday’s events. Maybe you’re no different from them. And maybe
you were right about me…that I do sabotage with sex to keep people at arm’s
length. Because in the end, that’s all I want anyway, right?”
“You don’t mean that.”
I nod. “Yeah. I do.”
“So what are you saying?” The hurt
is so thick in her throat that I can barely hear the words.
is so thick in her throat that I can barely hear the words.
I suck in a breath, and scrub a
hand over my forehead. “You were right about me. About us. We shouldn’t have done…what we did. And we can’t move on and
pretend that it didn’t change us. What’s done is done.”
hand over my forehead. “You were right about me. About us. We shouldn’t have done…what we did. And we can’t move on and
pretend that it didn’t change us. What’s done is done.”
“I agree,” she nods, with a tinge
of hope in her voice.
of hope in her voice.
“So, maybe we should just see this
for what it is—the end. You’re starting your life with Joshua and moving away,
and I’m going on with mine.”
for what it is—the end. You’re starting your life with Joshua and moving away,
and I’m going on with mine.”
“Wait, August. No, that’s not—”
“You didn’t actually think we’d be
able to keep this up, did you? What, you thought we’d turn out to be the modern
day Cathy and Heathcliff? I’m not some swoony,
literary hero, Fi. I’m not here to rescue you from your shitty love life that
stems from your shitty childhood.”
able to keep this up, did you? What, you thought we’d turn out to be the modern
day Cathy and Heathcliff? I’m not some swoony,
literary hero, Fi. I’m not here to rescue you from your shitty love life that
stems from your shitty childhood.”
“I never said you were—”
I’m rambling, spewing verbal
diarrhea all over her blue cashmere, but I can’t stop. I can’t shut off the
bile that has been choking me since this morning when she disclosed her
impending nuptials. “You have Joshua. He’s the one you chose. He’s the one you
want. You made that perfectly clear. So what the fuck do you need with me?”
diarrhea all over her blue cashmere, but I can’t stop. I can’t shut off the
bile that has been choking me since this morning when she disclosed her
impending nuptials. “You have Joshua. He’s the one you chose. He’s the one you
want. You made that perfectly clear. So what the fuck do you need with me?”
“I thought we were friends,
August. I thought you and me were—”
August. I thought you and me were—”
“Well, I guess you were wrong.
Friends don’t fuck each other and then five minutes later get engaged. And why
would you want to be friends with some empty, misogynistic prick like me
anyway?”
Friends don’t fuck each other and then five minutes later get engaged. And why
would you want to be friends with some empty, misogynistic prick like me
anyway?”
“I-I didn’t mean,” her voice
cracks, and the first tear escapes. She quickly dashes it away, refusing to let
me play witness to her weakness. But I’ve already seen it. I share that very
same weakness that has her bottom lip trembling. I’m just too much of a coward
to show it.
cracks, and the first tear escapes. She quickly dashes it away, refusing to let
me play witness to her weakness. But I’ve already seen it. I share that very
same weakness that has her bottom lip trembling. I’m just too much of a coward
to show it.
“Look, I’m sorry. I think we just
need a break.”
need a break.”
“A break. Yes,” she nods, dashing
away tears. “You’re right. We both said things we shouldn’t have. Let’s just
take a few days to…”
away tears. “You’re right. We both said things we shouldn’t have. Let’s just
take a few days to…”
“No. A break from this,” I
clarify, gesturing between us. “From us. This isn’t working anymore.”
clarify, gesturing between us. “From us. This isn’t working anymore.”
“You’re being melodramatic,
August. We’ve had fights before. We’ve said things we didn’t mean, and we
always were able to work it out.”
August. We’ve had fights before. We’ve said things we didn’t mean, and we
always were able to work it out.”
I shake my head and look away,
refusing to acknowledge the dejection on her face. “But I meant everything I said.”
refusing to acknowledge the dejection on her face. “But I meant everything I said.”
About the Author:
S.L. Jennings is
a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and
paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector
of crazy.
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